Page 63 of Snowbound with the Scoundrel
“That had better have been it,” she muttered.
“Stay there a moment, darling.Rupert will make it good again.”
He proceeded to do something extremely wicked with his thumb, which had Clarissa gasping in spite of the pain.Dear God, this man was good with his hands.Clarissa could not countenance the fact that some woman had not snapped him up already, but far be it for her to complain.Unlike whatever women had come before her, Clarissa Weatherby was no fool.She knew a good man when she saw one, and their loss was about to be her gain.
Rupert brought his fingertips together, gently grazing the tip of her bud then stroking down the sides.Clarissa groaned and began circling her hips.The pain was still there, but it was now more of a dull ache.
The ache for completion, on the other hand, was growing with every passing second.When Rupert put his thumb on that magical little spot and started shaking his wrist, the pain was all but forgotten.
She started to squirm, and Rupert gasped.Encouraged, she rose up a few inches and experimentally slid down.
Rupert made a strangled sound.“Cl-Claire!So guh… guh… guh…”
“Do you like that, Rupert?”she asked teasingly as she did it again.
“Ehrmagawd,” he gasped.“Heaven.This isheaven.”
Clarissa found she was enjoying driving him out of his mind just as much as what he was doing for her.It took her a few tries to figure out how to move, but she managed to settle into a rhythm that had Rupert’s head tossing against the cushions.
He seemed to remember himself after a minute and resumed his ministrations to that spot between her legs.Clarissa’s head lolled to the side.It did feel good, what he was doing, in spite of the slight soreness she still felt.
Rupert stiffened beneath her.“Claire,” he gasped.“Claire, I’m getting close.You should… pregnant.You could get pregnant if you… if we…”
Clarissa attempted to quicken her pace.“I’m not worried about that.”They were getting married, after all.
Rupert looked adorably confused.“You’re not?”
She leaned forward, dropping a kiss on his nose.“No.”
“Gosh, Claire—you really don’t mind if I… if I…” His body began to tremble beneath her.“Oh, God, I’m… I’m going to…”
His eyes rolled back in his head, and he grasped her hips, pumping into her with quick, desperate strokes.Clarissa welcomed this treatment and did her best to move with him.
His left hip bucked off the sofa.His fingers dug into her hips, and suddenly, he was shaking and babbling nonsense as his body shook and his head rolled back and forth against the cushions.
Just as abruptly, he collapsed, boneless, on the sofa.Taking her hands, he tugged her down on top of him.“Sorry,” he said, his breath coming fast.“Sorry.I’ll see to you in a minute.Just… need to hold you.”
Clarissa kissed his neck, enjoying the feeling of his warm hands tracing gentle patterns across her back in the cool room.She would enjoy the promised release, but she also loved how special it felt, and how intimate, lying here with Rupert after what they had just done.
After a few minutes, he stirred.Clarissa became cognizant of the fact that the area between her legs was wet in a way that was not merely slick but… squelchy.
Rupert urged her to sit up and withdrew from inside her.There was a little blood on his lower abdomen—her maidenhead, no doubt—but not too much.
He helped her to stand then fetched his handkerchief and gently cleaned her before seeing to himself.Dropping the soiled cloth on the flagstones before the fireplace, he abruptly scooped her up.Clarissa shrieked, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her two steps back to the sofa.
He set her down and kneeled between her spread thighs.“Rupert,” she gasped, “you don’t have to—”
“Oh, yes, I do,” he said, pressing a kiss against the inside of her thigh.“I want to see you quaking with pleasure.Touch your breasts for me, darling—there’s a good girl.”
He went to work flicking his tongue over that little bud between her folds.It felt so wicked, sitting here spread out before him, fingering her own nipples while he pleasured her between her legs.And Clarissalovedit.
As aroused as she was from what they’d been doing earlier, it only took a few minutes before the feeling of desperation swept over her.“Oh, Rupert!”she cried.“You’re going to make me come again!”
He made an encouraging sound and began massaging her with the flat of his tongue.It almost felttoogood, and Clarissa’s thighs clamped around his ears.He glanced up at her, eyebrows raised.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, threading her fingers into his hair.Her body had already adjusted to the intense pleasure he was giving her.“Please, don’t stop!I want to… Oh… Oh, my God, I…Rupert!”
She shattered right there on the sofa, spread out before him so he could watch her take her pleasure.He didn’t stop stroking her with his tongue, but she caught his eye and could discern the glean of masculine satisfaction that he had just pleased her so thoroughly and so well.
